Broken Bliss Ch1

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Blowjob, Erotica, Incest, Male/Female Teens, Masturbation, Older Female/Males, Reluctance.

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I couldn’t believe it. What was she thinking? And with Jones, of all people! I needed to get away. Jumping on my motorcycle, just a modest Honda 500, I took off out of my neighborhood, away from my cheating girlfriend. Images of walking in on her fucking that douche, Jones, refused to leave my mind.

I never saw the car, before it hit me.

* * *

An annoying beeping sounds wakes me up. My eyes are slow to open, and even slower to focus. What happened, and where am I?

“Ahh, Mister Dickens, glad to see you are finally awake. Do you know where you are?”

My eyes finally focus on a figure in white. “Am I dead?” I ask, or try to. Something is over my mouth, and my throat is dry.

“Hmm, let’s get this off you, and see if that helps.” The thing is removed from around my head and mouth, and I see it is a respirator. I can also now see the comely nurse that was asking me questions.

“Why am I here?” I ask, a bit more successfully than my last attempt at speech.

“You had a nasty accident, Mister Dickens. I am afraid you broke some bones, and will have to spend some time recovering. Is there anyone who can help take care of you in the meantime?”

At first I think of my girlfriend, Jenny, but then the image of her riding on top of Jones, ecstasy painted clearly on her face… Till she saw me, that is.

“Any family that can help you?” The nurse continues. “I am afraid you will need a lot of help over the next couple months, till your bones mend.”

I tried to sit up, but my arms refused to move right. It only took me a moment to find out why. Both arms were in casts, and propped up in what I now call the mummy stance.

The nurse was still looking to get an answer from me, so I said the only person I had left. “My mother.”

The next little while was a blur, as my mother, who was already there, filled out all the necessary paperwork and drove me to my childhood home. I found out that my bike had been completely wrecked, and it was a miracle I had even survived. She talked about how we were going to sue the crap out of the lady that did this. All I could think about was my bike was totalled, and so was my life.

“Your bedroom is right next to mine, so if you need anything in the middle of the night, you can just yell for me, and your sister won’t hear from upstairs.” Mom told me as she helped me out of the car, and into the house.

“Where is Lisa, anyway?” I asked, surprised that she wasn’t home to see her older brother. We had always been close, being only a little over a year apart, and I thought for sure she would be here.

“She’s at school, hunny,” Mom says, and I look at her in confusion. “It’s Monday, and she still plans on graduating early. She wanted me to tell you she wishes she could be here, but will see you when she gets home.”

Monday? MONDAY? I caught Jenny cheating on me on Saturday. I had been out for two hole days!

“Are you alright, hunny? Here, have a seat. You don’t look so good. Do you need any of your meds?” Mom fusses over my like a worried hen (which in a way, I guess she is), and tries to shuffle me off to bed, even though it is only early-afternoon.

I see that there is a computer set up, and I sit down to use it, after I get mom out of my room. I find I am able to type one letter at a time, if I turn my whole body to do so. I very slowly check my email, and see I have one from Jenny, telling me she is sorry, and she doesn’t know what came over her. She will do anything to make it up to me, blah, blah, blah. I reply that I want her out of my apartment as soon as possible, and that if anything is missing when I get home, I WILL call the cops on her lying, cheating ass.

Satisfied, I turn off the screen, and decide that taking a nap might not be such a bad idea, as I am in a fair amount of pain, and my last dose hasn’t kicked in yet. I stand to go to the bathroom, and stop. How on Earth am I supposed to go to the bathroom with my arms in these casts?

At first I just figure I’ll have to hold it, and get what sleep I can, but I realize I can’t hold it forever. Finally, face beet red, I walk out, and look for my mom.

“Oh, dear, you surprised me,” she says, as she puts down the food she was preparing for dinner. “I thought you were asleep. Is there anything I can do for you?” The worry and love I can see in her eyes, makes what I have to ask her seem all the more obscene.

“I need to pee,” I say, lamely, dropping my head in embarrassment. At that point I would have almost rather had Jenny there to help me, I was so mortified.

“Oh… Right. Well, I guess since you can’t do it on your own, come along.” The way mom took it so matter-of-factly helped alleviate some of my embarrassment.

I follow her to the restroom, and wait patiently as she undoes my pants. I fight hard not to get an erection as a women pulls my pants down, even if it is my beautiful, 5’6″, auburn haired, 125lb mother. As I stood there, I had to admit that in her late thirties, mom had it going on.

Oh, shit! Stop thinking about her that way, pervert! I thought desperately, as I had felt my cock coming to life. How sick could I be?

“Hmm, you’re just like your father,” she says as she stands up, and I can see that her face is a little flushed. I am stunned at what I just heard, and stare at her blankly. “Well, are you going to pee, or stand there with your pants around your ankles all day?”

I quickly sit down, but there is a problem. I don’t consider myself large, at only 7 inches fully erect, but as I sit down, the end of my penis lands on the seat, rather than in it. Normally this isn’t a problem, as I just tuck it down, but I can’t do that this time. “Umm,” I say, but mom sees the problem right away.

She reaches down, and gently takes a hold of my second brain, and tucks it under the seat. The touch is like electricity though, and again I have to fight with every mental faculty at my slightly drugged disposal to keep it down. Somehow I manage, and am soon peeing into the toilet. My mom stands waiting for me to finish, and I am a little self conscious as she watches.

Is that a smile on her face? No, I have to be hallucinating. What drugs did they give me?

Finally done, mom bends over and hooks her arms around me, and helps me stand. My face is pressed against her neck, and I have no idea why I did it, but I gave her a quick kiss there, before she got me fully to my feet. She steps back for a moment, touching her neck & looking at me oddly. I sway slightly in place, finding it hard to keep my balance.

Mom shakes herself, then bends down to pull my pants up. I can see right down her shirt to her belly button, giving me a great shot of cleavage. Once again, my second brain starts to wake, and this time I can’t seem to care. Mom bumps her head on it as she pulls my pants up, and she just stares at it for a moment, inches away from her face. Shaking herself again, she mutters, “Just like your dad,” and finishes pulling on and then buckling my pants.

“Do you miss him, mom?” I ask.

“Your dad? Yes… Every day. He was good to me, and took good care of you too. I wish your sister could have gotten to know him before he died.” I can’t think of anything else to say as we leave the restroom.

She guides me unsteadily to my bed, and tells me, “Looks like those drugs finally took effect. Get some rest, and I will wake you when dinner is ready. I am asleep before she leaves the room.

* * *

“Come on, brother. Wake up!”

The world is falling down on my head as it spins out of control.

I open my eyes, to see my 18 year old sister looking down at me, her hands shaking my abdomen.

“There you are,” she says with a sweet smile. “Get up, it’s time to eat!” She bounds out of the room, her long auburn ponytail bouncing behind her. Somehow I am able to roll myself out of bed, and groggily follow her down the hall.

As dinner progresses, they explain their plan for caring for me. Mom was going to switch to working nights, so that she could take care of me during the day, and Lisa would take care of me after school. Mom had tonight off, so we all got caught up on each other’s lives. I felt bad, as both Lisa and mom took turns cutting up my food, and feeding me. They both laughed about it, Mom commenting, “It is nice having someone to feed and take care of. I played like a baby for a couple minutes, making everyone laugh.

As dinner finished, I felt the need to pee again, and signaled mom that I needed to go.

She immediately caught on, and to my surprise, asked Lisa to come too. “You might as well see what you’re in for,” she told Lisa, as we crammed into the bathroom. Mom undid my pants, and pulled them down. This time my embarrassment was too great, and I had no problem keeping it down.

As soon as I was done, mom helped me up again, and pulled my pants up, giving me a wide birth as she stood.

We retired to the family room, where and mom put in a movie, while Lisa changed into her pajamas.

My jaw about dropped when Lisa walked back into the room.